Web of Sins

Daddy Knows Best

Okay, yeah, I know, this one took 3 weeks to get out, I'm sorryyyyyy! There was stuff going on, and stuff I had to take care of, so yeah. If you'd like to be in on all that stuff though so you know when I'm not gonna be able to release a chapter, you should follow me on Tumblr (yes I am using my extended absence as a self plug in)! Link can be found on my profile page, heh...

Anyways, I really am sorry if you've just been waiting with no update *orz*

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Lance clung to Lotor like a magnet to iron the entire car ride back to the estate, refusing to detach his head from his chest for even a second. In all honesty, a part of him had never expected to see his biological father again, ever. He'd done his best to just never think about that man or about any of the other people in his family, so seeing him without any sort of preparation had Lance completely shaken, his mind and body overrun by a thousand stray emotions. Amongst all the turmoil, there was only one thing he could truly fall back to; his need for Lotor.

Even as they left the limo, he continued clinging to Lotor even more than he had the entire day out, practically stepping on him while squeezing his arm. Lotor didn't push him away or give any indication that he minded, of course, because Lance knew his daddy loved him and wanted him to feel safe.

Several of Lotor's maids greeted them as they came in through the front, but Lance paid them no mind. He had no intention of paying attention to anyone or anything other than Lotor, because he didn't need to. Lotor would take care of all of that for him. He didn't need to focus on anything outside of their little world.

As they approached the stairs leading up to the second floor, however, Lance couldn't help but catch sight of the cellar door in his peripheral vision, and suddenly, that was completely in his focus.

He could feel his heartbeat picking up pace as the world closed in from all around him, screams resonating through his aching head. Shackles that he hadn't felt in a very long time were holding him down again, and as emotionally draining as the day had been, he felt like he could break down all over again as his knees trembled, threatening to let him fall.

"Hey." Lotor cupped his cheek and kissed the root of his nose with prolonged intensity, sending waves of warmth through his nervous system. "It's okay, baby. Daddy's here. Let's go back to the room and we can make sure you feel better. Come on."

Lance gulped, somehow managing to tear his eyes away from the door, and squished his body up against Lotor's even more. He couldn't speak, and he couldn't think of anything to say in that moment anyways, so he just nodded and let Lotor lead him up the stairs, blinking away the sting of tears and leaving the cellar door behind...although, he could never truly leave it behind...

Lotor lead him back to their room, where Lance immediately spotted several familiar bags leaning against their bed, each one bearing the logo of Balmera.

His eyes lit up, and he pulled on Lotor's arm excitedly, gladly accepting the chance to be happy about something. "Daddy, daddy! You got them for me?"

He was met with a snicker as Lotor patted his head and took them over to the bags so Lance could peer into them. "Yep. I made sure my servants bought everything you tried on before we left. Go on, take a look. Tell me if I missed anything."

Lance didn't need to be told twice. He bent down and began sorting through all the clothes, smile rising by the second. Of course Lotor would go and surprise him with something like this; Lotor loved him, after all. He knew seeing his father would upset him, so he prepared accordingly to make it up to Lance.

He immediately rushed back to Lotor, throwing his arms around him with a jump. "Thank you, daddy!"

Lotor stroked his hands through his hair, accepting the hug and letting Lance nuzzle his face into him. "Of course, baby. Daddy loves you. Now, why don't you dress up a little for me and we can see how it all really looks on you? That'll cheer you up, won't it?"